Chapter 9 - Old Friends, BOYFRIENDS?! - Luke

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by NOTACHONCE

by NOTACHONCE

"LUKE! WHAT THE HELL!" Rose screams as she pulls Oliver to his feet. His nose is bleeding. Oh fuck I think I broke it.
"I..im so sorry Oli I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry!" My feet don't seem to work. I try to help him up but I'm stuck where I am, trapped and helpless. I feel my throat tighten.
"Wait, Luke, since when do you call him Oli?" She steps away from the two of us with a look of concern mixed with horrible confusion. "What is going on?" Her face intensifies.
"Oh my god Oliver! What the fuck are you okay!?" Mellanie and Margo appear behind Rose and I really start to feel like a piece of shit.
Oliver moves his hand from his nose to his chest. "You punched me. I can't believe you fucking punched me." He stands by the bathroom door, just as confused as the rest of them even though he knows that I had to do it. As he turns to go to the bathroom the light hits his face. He is bleeding a lot.
"Oliver, let me help you, I'm sorry but please, you're bleeding."
"No! Luke you need to leave." Rose steps in between us and points towards the large staircase.
"Rose please." I start to cry. "I didn't mean to..I would never..." I give up and turn to the stairs.

The kitchen is cold and I shiver slightly as I grab my jacket from the counter.
"Luke?" Margo is behind me with a face with more concern then curiosity. "What's going on."
"It's nothing, I can't tell you that's kinda why I punched him." I let out a small laugh but Margo doesn't look nearly that amused.
"It's not funny you hit him!" She yells and throws the nearest object. My keys. Ow.
"Dammit Margo. I'm sorry. She told me to leave so I'm leaving." I run my fingers through my hair and slam the front door shut leaving me alone in the snow. My car is covered in the damn stuff. The girls footprints left a trail on the side walk that I use to avoid ruining one of my few pairs of good shoes. I don't want to go home and wallow in self pity but I don't have anyone I cam really talk to except the person whose brother I just punched. Hell I can't even talk about this with my closest friends.
"Luke, I am not leaving your car until you talk to me." Margo slams the door, making me cringe.
"Look I've only known you for like a week, I'm not talking to you."
"It's been a month."
"No, Margo, stop!"
I hit the steering wheel. Seeing her flinch makes me instantly regret it. There is nothing I can do to make this better.
"Luke you need to talk about this just tell me."
"WE HAD SEX, OKAY! ME AND OLIVER FUCKED! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!"
"Oh." Margo's mouth hangs open, her eyes growing wide, as she moves to leave my car. "Oh my god." She stays calm but I can see surprise and anger starting to rise in her face. "Oh my god." She repeats herself and slams the door. I drop my head onto the steering wheel and scream. The sound of Oliver's front door closing echoes across the street.

When I get home, the house is quiet. My brother was the only one who was ever home anyway. I don't even try to wipe my tears, or even walk up the steps for that matter. The couch is just as good as any bed. I let my own breathing lull me to sleep and dose off thinking of the way Oliver looked at me.

"Luke come back, I'm ready." I look around to find myself in my bathroom. Everything in the room has a faint glow. The mirror shows usually dull eyes as a vibrant blue, my hair flat on my forehead but almost a glowing blond. I'm wearing jeans and a tee, same as the night before. It seems as if Rose's voice has woken me up but I don't remember how I got here.
Outside the bathroom Rose is waiting on the edge of the bed. She removes her oversized tee-shirt leaving her in the same red she had on the night of the party. I'd remember that red anywhere it's all I dreamed about for a week.
As she takes the hem of my shirt I notice the sheets. They're so familiar. I just can't place them.
Her fingertips are freezing against my hip. A memory flashes behind my eyes.
Wait Rose hates me what's going on. Shit, I'm dreaming. I might as well just go with it though.
"Luke. Kiss me." Rose whines and runs her hands down my back.
The world around me shifts like a camera spinning. The bed morphs into the bar in my house and the empty space is filled by screaming drunks. Rose is replaced by a half-drunk beer.
The constant glow is still there, intensified by the flashing lights.
"Oliver just asked me to find you, he's in the kitchen." I turn around but I only find Melanie and Calum dancing erotically and Margo sucking Ashton's face.
I find Oliver in the kitchen talking to Troye, who gave him a giggle and a big smile. I feel jealousy rising in my chest. I stomp over and slam my mouth onto his. I don't feel the same guilt I do as when I'm awake. This feels so different from Rose. I couldn't compare this feeling to anything. I drop my beer and the shattering only sounds like fireworks.
He takes my hand and m
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"Ow, fuck, dammit!" My head stings and my body is on the floor. Great. I was having a dream about sex then the fucking coffee table cock blocked me.
My keys were stabbing my ass through the pocket in my jeans.
I pull myself up and grab my jacket. The Christmas lights on my neighbors houses light my driveway. My phone says it's 3:27 and I sigh.

The open sign flashes in the window of Penguin Pete's 24-hour ice cream. I flip my hood to cover my eyes from the light. The two ther cars in the parking lot don't look familiar and I pray it's no one I know, but the second I open the door I see dark purple hair. Michael. And Calum. Yay.

"Hey man, ya know where Mellanie might be?" I cringe as Calum lightly punches my shoulder. God I hate this guy.

"I don't know. Rose's maybe." I half lie to get them away from me.

"Thanks dude." Michael grabs Calum and pulls him out of the door and into the car. Thank god.

At this piont I don't even want ice cream anymore so I pull out my phone.

Luke: Is he ok?

Margo: Fuck off.

Luke: Please

Margo: You are a gaping ass hole. You know that right.

Luke the Ass Hole: Yes ;(

Margo the Bestest Friend: Don't you
;( me. He's fine.

Luke the Ass Hole: Thank you. Tell him I'm sorry.

Margo the Bestest Friend: No.

Luke <3: Oli please talk to me. I'm so so so soooo sorry.

Ugh. I know he'll probably never text me back ever.

"Excuse me, if you're not going to buy anything you have to leave. You've been here for a long time." And I fell asleep in the ice cream place. Amazing.

"Oh, sorry. Hey Troye isn't it?"

"Yeah and you're Luke, of course." He chuckels a little bit. Ohmygod it's so cute. No luke you already have two, keep it in your pants. I'm a fucking mess.

"Uh well, sorry i'll go, um yeah." My phone dings and I grab it before he can see it and almost run to my car.

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Oliver's P.O.V.
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"Oliver you have to come out. Talk to me, please." The bruise under my eye is slowly darkening into a deep purple.
"Rose, leave me alone." I can hear her footsteps and and her bedroom door closing.
"Oliver?"
"Rose, go away."
"It's Margo. Let me in." My eyes are puffy and I try to wipe my tears. "Luke told me."
"WHAT?!" I fumble with the lock and swing the door open.
"Actually he yelled at me, but I know. How could you do that to Rose?"
I suddenly can't stop sobbing, my lips trembling too mush to form words.
"Oli, calm down, I'm sorry I just want to understand." Her eyes were glossy with concern, so different from the disgust I expected.
"Please leave I just want to take a shower." I start to take of my shirt. She wraps her arms around me with her blond hair right under my chin.
"It'll be okay Oli." She kisses my cheek and hugs me before closing the door.